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"Have you eaten?" Zhou Wensheng rushed back to the city bureau's psychological counseling room after a long journey. When he opened the door, he saw Su Xiaoqing sitting beside Lu Xiaohan's bed, peeling oranges, talking and laughing.
"Miss Lu just woke up not long ago and said she has no appetite." Su Xiaoqing stood up and poured a glass of water for Zhou Wensheng.
"How do you feel, Miss Lu?" Zhou Wensheng took the water glass, nodded and looked at Su Xiaoqing tacitly, and sat on the chair where Su Xiaoqing was sitting just now.
"Much better. I heard from Officer Su that I slept all day long...Sorry to trouble you." Lu Xiaohan glanced apologetically at Su Xiaoqing, who was sitting on the sofa nearby, and then smiled at Zhou Wensheng.
"It's nothing. They all said that if you have any difficulties, you can contact the police. What's more, you're here to report a crime. We can't ignore you." Zhou Wensheng took a sip of water, put the water glass on the table beside him, and said with a gentle smile, "Lu Jia morning Come to the police station.”
"What is she here for?" Zhou Wensheng suddenly mentioned Lu Jia, which made Lu Xiaohan a little confused.
"She came to report that you were missing." Zhou Wensheng's tone was extremely calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with Lu Xiaohan.
"Missing?" Lu Xiaohan felt incredible, "I haven't been with her for just one night. Is she asleep?"
"No," Zhou Wensheng interrupted Lu Xiaohan's words, and met Lu Xiaohan's eyes with gentle but firm eyes, "She said you have been out of contact for three or four days."
"Impossible," Lu Xiaohan denied Zhou Wensheng's words before he could finish his words. "How could it be possible that we have been out of contact for three or four days? I just went through the discharge procedures with her in the hospital yesterday afternoon. Before I went through the procedures, , you and Officer Su also questioned me in the hospital, how could I have lost contact for three or four days!"
Lu Xiaohan's words made Zhou Wensheng's heart skip a beat.
As expected, Lu Xiaohan's memory disappeared for at least three days.
In other words, she might have been doing the same thing these three days - dreaming about digging graves.
Thinking of this, even Zhou Wensheng, who has solved countless cases, can't help but shudder.
"Miss Lu," Zhou Wensheng thought for a moment, then took out the voice recorder he carried with him, pressed the switch, and said seriously, "My next question may be a bit excessive, but I still hope you can cooperate with my investigation. If you really don’t want to answer my questions, please explain.”
"Okay." Lu Xiaohan, who had been sleeping for nearly ten hours, was in very good spirits and mood. She felt that no problem would be difficult for her.
"Can you tell me your dream again?"
Lu Xiaohan was slightly startled by Zhou Wensheng's words. She did not expect that Zhou Wensheng would actually make such a request.
"Officer Zhou, did you find something in that letter?" Lu Xiaohan's first reaction was that something was found in that envelope.
"I don't know if you have found it yet, but I think that dream you had seems very important, so can you tell me again?" Zhou Wensheng made the request again.
"Okay." Lu Xiaohan nodded, thought for a moment, and then spoke slowly.
As Lu Xiaohan narrated, one picture after another was sketched in Zhou Wensheng's mind, but Zhou Wensheng vaguely felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Is there a second person in the dream?" Zhou Wensheng asked.
Lu Xiaohan thought for a while, shook his head slightly and said, "No."
"Anything else you want to add?"
Lu Xiaohan shook his head.
"Okay then." Zhou Wensheng sighed silently, "It's already very late now. You can spend the night here and leave at dawn tomorrow."
"Okay." Lu Xiaohan nodded, then turned his gaze to Su Xiaoqing aside, "Then I'll bother you, Officer Su."
"It doesn't matter, I often stay here too." Su Xiaoqing smiled, stood up and took out a pack of face towels from the cabinet in the corner, handing them to Lu Xiaohan, "Go wash your face, let's put on a facial mask and relax together. "
"Thank you, Officer Su." Lu Xiaohan smiled.
"Then I won't disturb the two beauties applying facial masks. Say goodbye." Zhou Wensheng said, picked up the recording pen and left the psychological counseling room.
Zhou Wensheng, who returned to the office, found the recording of Lu Xiaohan coming to report the crime in the morning, lit a cigarette, and listened carefully.
"I saw myself lying in that coffin..."
After the recording finished playing, Zhou Wensheng's brows tightened.
The recording is almost exactly the same as Lu Xiaohan's narration just now, even the details are exactly the same.
But Zhou Wensheng just felt that something was not quite right.
What is wrong...
Zhou Wensheng stood up, looked at the quiet night sky outside the window, and lit a match.
He took a deep breath of cigarette and brought himself to Lu Xiaohan's position.
Loss of contact, dreaming, reporting, interrogation, catching up on sleep, secondary interrogation...
No matter how many times he had deduced it, Zhou Wensheng finally fell asleep on the chair.
"You brat! You didn't turn off the lights!" After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Wensheng was awakened by a loud shout. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw "Scrooge" Dong Jianli standing at the door of his office, looking at him with frowning eyes.
"Staying up late again?" Seeing the sleepy look on Zhou Wensheng's face, Dong Jianli asked angrily.
"Ah...yes..." Zhou Wensheng rubbed his face and tried to wake himself up, "Last night I encountered a point that I couldn't figure out, so I just stayed for a while..."
"A little?!" Dong Jianli interrupted Zhou Wensheng, then raised his hand to turn off the office light and walked into the office, "Look at the dark circles under your eyes! Do you think this is a giant panda base?!"
After saying that, Dong Jianli took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Dongyun Pavilion? Send four cages of steamed buns to the Major Crime Division of the Criminal Police Brigade of the Municipal Bureau."
"Boss, I can't eat that much..." Zhou Wensheng persuaded in a low voice.
"Stop talking nonsense, I want to eat too!" Dong Jianli glared at Zhou Wensheng and whispered.
"I also want two servings of tofu pudding." Dong Jianli continued to speak on the phone.
"Remember to pay me later." After hanging up the phone, Dong Jianli said to Zhou Wensheng with a dark face.
"Boss... I only have that much in a month..." Zhou Wensheng cried sadly to Dong Jianli.
"You also know that money is hard to make!" Dong Jianli glared at Zhou Wensheng, "I'll give you a good memory! Let's see if you know how to turn off the lights next time and save electricity!"
"Hey..." Faced with the old leader's reprimand, Zhou Wensheng had no choice but to bow his head and accept.
"I won't let you eat for free." Seeing that Zhou Wensheng's face was still filled with pain, Dong Jianli softened his tone and said, "Tell me, what problem has you been thinking about all night?"
When Zhou Wensheng heard that Dong Jianli wanted to help him figure out the case, he immediately became happy. He quickly made a cup of hot tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of Dong Jianli. He stood respectfully next to Dong Jianli and explained the situation in detail. Speak clearly.
"Play me the two recordings that you think are problematic." After listening to Zhou Wensheng's report, Dong Jianli's expression became serious.
Zhou Wensheng hurriedly took out two recording pens and played them one by one.
After about ten minutes, the contents of both recorders were finished playing.
Dong Jianli lit a cigarette, looked at Zhou Wensheng, and asked: "Do you still remember which of these two recordings was recorded during the first interrogation and which was recorded during the second interrogation?"
Zhou Wensheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between the two recording pens.
He tried hard to recall the differences between the two recorders just now, trying to find a basis for identification, but the strange thing was that no matter how he recalled, he could not find a basis for identification.
"This..." Zhou Wensheng was so embarrassed in front of Dong Jianli for the first time.
"That's the problem!" Dong Jianli's sharp eyes instantly saw through Zhou Wensheng's embarrassment and inner struggle, "The two recordings are almost identical. This is what's abnormal! No one can tell a dream like this! "
One word awakens the dreamer.
Zhou Wensheng felt that the moment Dong Jianli's words fell, his brain seemed to have been poured with clear ice water, and it instantly became transparent and clear!
yes!
That's it!
How did Lu Xiaohan do it?
The two narrations are almost exactly the same!
If it’s not a memorized passage of text, it must be my own personal experience!
And it’s my own personal experience while awake!
Thinking of this, a bolt of lightning flashed through Zhou Wensheng's mind, causing him to get goosebumps all over his body, and an indescribable feeling of fear crawled through his pores all over his body——
Lu Xiaohan dug the grave with his bare hands for three days while he was conscious!
